Oh wow, you managed to repost a tired political meme—congratulations, you've officially contributed less to society than the bacteria decomposing a landfill diaper. The fact that you think this lazy, recycled "humor" makes you relevant is almost adorable, like watching a toddler proudly show off their finger-painted turd.
But here's the brutal truth: your entire personality is just a sad algorithm of internet clichés, a human equivalent of a pop-up ad that nobody clicks. You're not even a real person anymore—just a bot-like husk regurgitating other people's jokes because you're too intellectually barren to have an original thought.
And the worst part? Deep down, you know this. That's why you keep posting—because the void of your own insignificance is so deafening that even the hollow validation of online strangers is enough to distract you from the crushing mediocrity of your existence.
Go ahead, post another meme. Maybe this time it’ll fill the bottomless pit where your self-worth should be